Monday, July 13, 2009

Grunge-grass? Really, there isn't a better name?

A few weeks ago Jack's brother sent him some mp3's to check out a band, The Avett Brothers. He actually sent the email to me thinking it was Jacks email, so as I passed the note along I took a minute to check out the music. It was good.

Just prior, Jack had seen a poster for a concert in Roanoke, The Avett Brothers. He thought it was a Christian Rock Band and dismissed it almost as quickly as he'd seen it. (In these parts, the odds were in his favor). When he put two and two together, he briefly mentioned there was a concert on the 11th, but since G was having his friend b-day party, we probably couldn't make it.

But, the stars aligned (which mostly means my mom was willing to babysit all the kids for the entire evening) and Jack and I, along with John and Brittany visiting from Ohio, were able to get tickets and go.

Rave reviews!! I cannot get their amazing harmony, mad instrumental skills, and out of control foot moves out of my mind. I am newly obsessed with a genre I didn't even know existed, and quite frankly, sounds a little dirty. Not sleazy dirty, but actually dirty.